Musik: RUTH CLEARY PATTERSON Tekst: RUBE GOLDBERG
The tall giraffe, whose neck is long
Can see for miles around;
But the poor thing has no voice at all,
So he cannot make a sound.
Willie the baby giraffe,
Felt sad and he just couldnt laugh,
He kept trying to shout, but nothing come out,
Poor Willie the baby giraffe
Willie the baby giraffe,
He doubled himself near in half,
When he wanted to sing, not a note could he bring from his throot, poor baby giraff.
But he swollowed a whistle one day,
Which soon made him happy and gay.
When he'd hide in the thistle and whistle and whistle,
The animals all would obey.
Now he's Willie the whistling giraffe,
We can all hear him whistle and laugh,
All the animals too, call him King of the zoo
King Willie the whistling giraffe.
Så syng da, for h..... - Hilsen Gamle Per
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